“How things went. I think it is best to take the honeymoon before the wedding—don’t you?”
She was pleased with this mot. He laughed.
“In certain cases,” he said. “I’d rather it were so in my own case.”
“Would you!” exclaimed Ursula. Then doubtingly, “Yes, perhaps you’re right. One should please oneself.”
Birkin came in a little later, and Ursula told him what had been said.
“Gudrun!” exclaimed Birkin. “She’s a born mistress, just as Gerald is a born lover—amant en titre. If as somebody says all women are either wives or mistresses, then Gudrun is a mistress.”
“And all men either lovers or husbands,” cried Ursula. “But why not both?”
“The one excludes the other,” he laughed.
“Then I want a lover,” cried Ursula.
“No you don’t,” he said.